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The Lunatic

By and by
the night does wry
all whilst I lay in bed

low they go
the voices know
I cannot stand their stead

Clutching air
In vast despair
to rid me of this beast 

fight with blood
defeat the flood
of malice, hate, and yeast

lunatic
be realistic
desist, wave your white flag

I won't give
I cannot live
a life of scrap and rag

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